Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Japan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ituana to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
Basic Channel,
Supertramp,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.